A year ago, talking to an AI companion meant typing into a text box and imagining the rest. Lately the experience has shifted, and SweetDream is one of the clearest examples of where things are heading. The platform at sweetdream.ai now offers video calls with select characters, and that single feature has quietly reframed what people expect from an AI girlfriend.
What stands out, observing how users talk about it, is how naturally the video fits into the rest of the experience. SweetDream lets you design your companion from the ground up, her looks, her voice, her backstory, the little quirks that make her feel specific rather than generic. Then it layers on emotionally intelligent chat, lifelike voice calls, and remarkably good AI-generated photos and videos. A live video call becomes the obvious next step rather than a gimmick bolted on.
It's tempting to lump every AI companion service together, but the gap shows up in details like this. SweetDream treats privacy as non-negotiable and treats the video call as something to be done well, not just advertised. The result reads less like a feature checklist and more like a platform that actually understands what people want from this kind of connection.
Please do not DM me with your requests! I now have an email form under the cut alongside the revised terms and conditions, refused contents and the address at which to send the enquiry form.
* Canon backgrounds only. ie: videogame/cartoon/anime background assets (these will be blurred unless requested to be clear)
*2 Additional characters are charged on a per-panel basis. EG: a 4 panel comic page of 2 full figure characters is
£60 (full figure charge) + £55 (full figure additional char. charge)
for each panel.
What I will NOT draw:
Immobility/walking aid reliance
Extreme sweat & slob
Piss and shit stuff
Death, health complications or health "play"
Characters under 18 in any kink/sexual context whatsoever
Real people (unless it is you and you're willing to provide proof)
Vore of any variety
Ahegao
Terms & conditions:
I have the right to post any commissioned work on any of my social media, portfolio sites, etc. - I may do as I wish with it if you choose to be mentioned as the client or if asked to be shared but only anonymously.
The client does not own the rights to the art I make. They only own the rights to any original character designs within the work which they already owned.
The client cannot repost the piece on other sites & claim it as their own work. They can, however freely use it as long as I have been clearly & sufficiently credited.
Any reposts must credit me by username “soft5ku11”.
I have the right to sell any commissioned art as prints, stickers, posters, shirt designs, etc. The client does not. This also applies to uploading the work to sites like Redbubble to buy items from the site using the commissioned artwork. The client may, however, ask me to put the work on the site for them.
I have the right to deny a request for any reason and I do not have to disclose that reason. I will e-mail those who send request forms if I am to deny their request.
I will send invoices via PayPal ONLY which must be paid in full before I start working. Commissions are non-refundable unless I, for any reason, feel I cannot fulfil the brief given, in which case I will refund the money I received. (It won’t be a full refund since PayPal takes a small cut which they do not return upon refunding an invoice. It will be a refund of the remaining money after it’s been deducted by PayPal, unfortunately.)
The commissioner does not have the right to withdraw or request reimbursement through PayPal at any stage unless for reasons listed prior in points 6 and 7.
My art is not to be modified into something else (eg: a character base) without my explicit permission. [If you want a base, commission a base.]
9.1. My art is not to be altered or used or fed into or replicated or to be used to train any or by any AI/program or dataset at all with absolutely no exception.
9.2. You are not allowed to use my artwork for AI chat-bot website services like Character AI (c.ai).
More detail = more time = more fees. Larger/more detailed works can take up to approximately 2 months to be fully completed. I will send clients progress updates and I will ask questions if and when required. It is expected of you to respond to these in a timely manner; no more than approximately 48 hours.
Contacting me:
You can ask questions via DM on Tumblr or Bluesky (@softskull) but any formal requests are to be sent via e-mail to [email protected].
I will reply upon acceptance or rejection. If you have received no e-mail back, assume you have a place in the queue.
I will be drawing one piece at a time. Please be patient with your spot in the queue as the enquiry forms will be considered on a first-come-first-serve basis.
Remove all green text from the document before submitting!
I will not chase up incomplete forms but you may re-submit replying to the previous email with “ADDENDUM” in the subject line.
Please fill out this form correctly. Failure to provide all required details will result in the enquiry not being considered.
Characters & scenario:
(Pokémon count as characters and prices will vary depending on complexity and prominence - see “Additional Characters” in the price guide. Examples include overdesigned Genshin Impact characters in their intricate outfits or mechanical/detailed props like Xenoblade swords.)
Include name and media they’re from
Provide as much detail as possible about what is happening in this piece.
What is being said?
What is the premise?
Format & presentation:
Full or partial figures?
A zoom-in panel of a particular part or thing?
Explain how we are seeing the figures; from which angle?
Is this a comic page? How many panels are there?
Is there a background? What is it? Which panels in the case of a comic need full backgrounds?
Have you read and agree to my terms and conditions? Do you recognise that detailed props and intricate/busy designs will incur extra fees decided at my discretion?
(Yes, no.)
Do you wish for me to use or otherwise share this piece online?
(Yes, no, anonymously only. Provide your username on either Bluesky or Tumblr if you wish to be referred to.)
Please provide a secondary contact point in case I reply to your e-mail and you do not respond.
(Tumblr or Bluesky username only. The account must be able to receive messages.)
References info & other notes:
(You can provide notes on any attached reference images here.)
Any references should be attached as e-mail image attachments, NOT links jpg, png and jpeg formats only.
BE THOROUGH! (It makes my life easier and ensures you get your vision across, even if you draw me a crappy diagram of how things are meant to look.)
Extra complex designs, props and outfits will incur extra fees.
Just putting that asap cause I fear the names in the story is gonna make this pop up easily. Cause those aren't hyphened like this portion
But I played My-thic Lo-ve: Iber-ian Lege-nds and it was a very silly VN and I really love Gae/uko so much... (And Tia/go which one ending very please me lmao)
Spoilers for the ending of the story I guess lol, but the game is more romance than plot anyways so I don't feel bad, just giving a heads up.
Anyways, the ending immediately gave me this thought, and so there may be more cause yeahhh... I'm predictable and I love forced wg and immense sizes.
“Have you stared enough already?” What should have been a decently pleasant lunch for Gaueko—as pleasant as it could be without his maitia—just had to be ruined by an ever bothersome nuisance.
“Don’t you think you’ve eaten enough already?” Tiago retorts. He grins, eyes darting back and forth between the half-empty tray of pinchos and the swell of Gaueko’s prominent belly, the doughy gut comfortably resting on his lap, waistband of his trousers pushed down from the pile of flab. Though Tiago’s eyes take their sweet time staying focused on Gaueko’s figure. The swish of his white tail gives him away. “You’ve always had a big appetite. But this…”
Gaueko devours another pincho. Then a second. And a third. All while his piercing green eyes stare at Tiago. “How I enjoy my meals isn’t any of your concern. Unless you were secretly hoping I might produce milk?” he cups his right tit with one hand, the one that isn’t gluttonously reaching for more food, and even he has to hold back a bit of his own surprise as he feels the heft of it, chest now overflowing the palm of his hand.
“What? I-”
Tiago’s posture is far from still. Ready to flee at any moment, “Byewhatevercreep!” he does just that. He bundles out of the cave, face brighter than the light of ages.
“Well?” He's nearly finished with the tray. “A pup like yourself could use the nourishment,”
Left alone once more, Guaeko examines himself—only after finishing the rest of his lunch, and still feeling rather peckish. He grimaces at the sight. Well aware of his added girth, he didn’t expect to be so…fat.
He’s met with an eyeful of his own cleavage, the two hefty tits for a chest clearly a loving recipient of all his extra poundage. And on full display with the plunging neckline of his collar. Bovine ears flick in frustration, downturned as he looks at his gut, the hefty ball of lard rising with each breath. He pokes it, as if expecting it to be all an illusion, but he’s met with his finger sinking into his soft yet firm gut. And grabbing his ass leaves him with the same result, pants
“Did I really enlarge my clothes this much?” Gaueko muses, tail flicking in frustration behind him. He stops his train of thought quickly, not wishing to ponder just how many times he’s conjured up more clothes whenever a pair got too uncomfortable.
The pitch black shadows in the dark recesses of the cave wriggle and writhe, taking form as the appear around Gaueko.
“The Monarch Shadow has let himself go,”
“How pathetic,”
“He’s gone weak,”
“We-”
“Silence!” Gaueko orders his shadows. And this time, they obey. Immediately so, the usual banter or resistance they give him upon any sort of command no more as they flee him. His short lived shock turns way into annoyance. “I must see my maitia,”
So Guaeko teleports to the human realm, to his maitia’s realm. Directly into their house.
Only to not find them expectantly waiting for him, as if he hadn’t already known they’d be busy.
He mutters to himself, and stares at the entrance, as though he could summon them. Which he could if he so wished it—and has half a mind to do so right now—but he ultimately thinks better of it.
Guaeko instead wanders about. And before he realizes it, he’s in the kitchen. And rummaging through the pantry.
They very well-stocked pantry. Not a single inch of space is left unoccupied, each shelf crammed chock-full of delectable junk food.
Gouurrgle…Guaeko finds himself on the living room sofa. Countless snacks are laid out before him, and more are being brought from the kitchen by his shadows. He starts to dig in, tearing into the nearest treat. Before he can even comprehend what he’s doing. Before he can even bother to pretend to care.
He lets out a pathetic yet pleased whimper of delight as he tears through the mazapán before him. Crumbs fall all around him, chalky, sugary peanut powder dusting his hands as well as his clothes. But Gaueko cares little. If at all by the way he crams more by the mouthful. Any sort of previous concern of his changing state is gone. Not when he can simply indulge himself.
“Hmmph,” He reaches for the turrones with a huff. His gut gets in the way, prodigious flab pushing into his lap as his doughy fingers finally clasp around the box. The cardboard lays beside him in no time. And the treat ends up in his mouth even faster; sharp teeth dig and crunch into it. Having shoved more into his mouth before he can fully finish the one prior, he tears through the box in no time. And devours the second one.
“Bring them to me,” Gaueko commands.
And the shadows scurry to hand him the plastic bags he points at
They crinkle and rustle as Gaueko holds them. He doesn’t bother with the bags’ knots; he tears through them all with no hesitation, all of it going to his stomach now. His greedy hands pull the bread out of the paper bags. Maranuelas, xuixos, piononos, yemas, he takes it all. All for himself. He scarfs them down, the sugary treats all find their way into his mouth. Whether by his own hands or by the shadows, Gaueko can’t keep track anymore. Not with his mind so focused on sating his own wanton gluttony. He loses track of time. Even once all the bread is devoured, sitting heavily in his now firm gut. A gut that still gurgles. Still demands more with more food in front of him. Gaueko eats the entire rest without a complaint.
“Bring…hoouurrp…me moouuree…” Gaueko leans back into the couch. His gut refuses to yield as his hands soothe and rub it, no more give to the stuffed belly.
But there’s nothing left. The shadows stare back at him, piercing light where eyes should be showing no emotion when all the food is now gone. They retreat back into the walls, into the recesses of the living room upon hearing the front door.
Gaueko’s maitia has returned. The human hums as they open the door. Carrying several bags in both hands, plastic taut from the sheer weight of their contents, their content expression only grows when they see Gaueko’s sorry state. “The magic boundary worked. You did come to visit,”
Gaueko tries not to wince as they sit beside him; he sees just how big he’s gotten, his thighs now twice as wide as his maitia’s.
They pull out more food from their bags. “I figured you’d still be hungry,” they coo, one hand gingerly rubbing Gaueko’s gut. Their nimble fingers find their way to his chest, testing and feeling their heft.
“Maitia…I…” his extra chins squish against one another when he looks down at how his maitia rubs his extra girth.
“Hmm?” they cock their head, the all too pleased grin growing even wider as Gaueko’s eyes glance at the now opened container of paella. “You’ve always had a big appetite,” Their words are true, that aspect of Gaueko’s myth having always affected him before the human ever stumbled into their life. But to this extent…
“Maitia, you did this,” he speaks plainly. Guaeko knows now. Knows that in his maitia’s endeavors to keep him from fading from existence—in keeping the myths in humanity’s conscience—they’ve been adding to it. Making his hunger grow. Making him fatter. His eyes search for something in his beloved’s eyes: confusion, uncertainty, regret. Anything but the gleeful twinkle in their eyes as they smile and kiss him.
“Since I was tasked with reigniting the belief in myths, I might have embellished a tale or two. But you don’t mind, right? You’ve always loved to eat so much. Here, I brought you a bit to eat,” they say, as if half a dozen bags of food were nothing more than a light snack.
Gouuurrrgle…
Gaueko’s stomach betrays him. As does his mind. “Yes, maitia…” he reclines comfortably so into the couch, fawned over and cared for. “Please. I’m starving,” Gaueko practically whines, eyes glazed before being fed, a few additions to his myths fine as long as he’s with his maitia.
Jayce has successfully completed his birthday feeding session, but now he's so full and excited that he urgently needs Viktor's hands on his belly and his c**k.
Anyway... Happy Birthday to my beautiful Jayce <3 UwUr